But I was wild an’ yūng, an’ she
Was niver reetly strang;
Sooa frinds o’ beàth sides threep’t it sair
’At partit we sud be—
An’ life was darken’t t’ lang-er t’ mair
To Mary Ray an’ me.
But yance lāl Mary Ray an’ me
Met oot on Woker Broo,
When t’ clouds burn’t reid far oot at sea,
An’ t’ sūn com’ bleezin’ through,